Little Black Bean shouted in the space, "Master, you have also read my book, except that the title of the book may be a little fierce in order to attract readers, most of the content in it is a clear stream, and occasionally I will drive, but only occasionally, occasionally!"

Wen Lan raised his hands to show his support, after all, Wen Lan typed out word by word, and he had the most say in what was written in it.

The essay written by Xiao Heidou is actually almost the same as the current urban romance essay, all of which are small sweet essays with special titles and healthy content, mixed with some enthusiasm in the clear water.

That bit of enthusiasm, in the millions of articles, only accounts for a small part, almost negligible, and does not reach the point where those readers say that Huang and Wen often drag race.

Yuxia Kingdom has regulations, it is strictly forbidden to have any erotic, sexual, vulgar and other illegal content, if Xiao Heidou's book is really unsightly, it would have been banned a long time ago, where is it their turn to shout.

It can only be said that it was deliberately framed by someone with a heart.

Who this person is, Xiao Heidou can guess even though he has no toes.

Wen Yun glanced at the computer on the podium, and did not mean to go up and shut it down, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and in the eyes of everyone, he calmly walked to the small corner where he usually sits.

As soon as Wen Yun sat down, Ding Yinghe couldn't help but come over, secretly gave a thumbs up, and quickly put it down, "Hey, Wen Yun, I didn't expect that you usually write." I'll tell you, I've actually read these books you've written, and they're really good!"

Little Black Bean "Wow, this person turned out to be my fan, I think I can watch her in the future." ”

Wen Yun smiled and nodded, but did not reply.

After a while, Zheng Guomin slowly walked into the classroom with a book, saw the content on the screen, was stunned at first, and then turned off the picture expressionlessly, clicked on his PPT, and began to teach.

The classroom couldn't stop whispering conversations, buzzing like flies, noisy, Zheng Guomin glared a few times, all of them had a good effect, and finally got angry.

As soon as the book was put down, his hand slowly patted the tabletop and said solemnly

"What are the students exchanging learning experiences? Why don't you come to the podium and talk about it and share it with you?"

In the back row of the classroom, a boy suddenly stood up, with a frivolous look on his face, and his eyes looked straight at Wenyun, "Professor Zheng, you should ask our writers to tell you about your writing experience, the use of words, and how to escape from prohibited words on the Internet." We're all curious about this. ”

"That's right, Professor, let the writers of Wenda talk about it. ”

As soon as the boy finished speaking, several people around him started to laugh.

Zheng Guomin beckoned to the boy, "Come, I think you can talk a lot, why don't you come up and talk to your classmates first?"

"No, Professor, I'm not a great writer, I won't say it. ”

"If you can't say anything, just sit me down. ”

The boy sat down a little dumbfounded, but continued to chat with the people around him, and the noise in the classroom continued.

Zheng Guomin slapped his palm and shouted angrily, "Ears don't hear people's wrongs, eyes don't look at people's shortcomings, and people don't say anything about people's mistakes, haven't your teachers taught you these simple truths before?"

Usually one by one classmates love and help each other don't know, just sweep the snow in front of their own door, regardless of the frost on the tiles of others, see that others have something, but the fall into the well is very fast, and the books you read are returned to your parents?

Besides, what's wrong with other people's writing? Have you eaten your family's food and drunk your family's water? Or have you exposed your true colors and written them in your book? As long as others write them, as long as they don't break the law and taboo and don't propagate wrong ideas, what type of writing they write, and whether they write well or not, why do you comment indiscriminately here?

If you have the ability, you can write it too! If someone else can write, it means that she is brilliant in writing. Do you think it's easy to write, and you can get started when you open your mouth? Without fantasies and elaborate structures, where do you come from to see the wonderful?

You guys see for yourselves her ......" Zheng Guomin suddenly stopped, his brows were knotted, and he held back a sentence after half a sound, "In short, her exquisite language is not something that can be written casually, which of you laughs at it, and who of you has the ability to write it, see if you can write better than her." ”

"Whoever is still talking below, come up to me, write on the spot, and give it to you after my class, as long as the writing is good, the teacher will help you publicize it and help you become a god for free." ”

Zheng Guomin rarely lost his temper in class, and after he finished speaking, there was silence below, and no student dared to touch his moldy head again.

"Keep going to class!"

"Wenyun, we all thought that Professor Zheng Guomin always asked you to answer questions because he didn't like you, but now it seems that this is all a manifestation of Professor Zheng's love for you. ”

Ding Yinghe came over again and handed the phone to Wen Yun to see.

"However, I don't know who put your book on the Internet, and then many people are following you and scolding you, saying that you have ruined the standard of Xijing University. ”

Wen Yun took a look, and on the forum of the "White Birch Forest" website, which is the most efficient and favorite to log in to Xijing City, a post titled "Talking about the story of a female student from an archaeology school of Xijing University serializing 'Xiao Huang and Wen' on the website" was pinned to the top.

It has only been published for more than 2 hours, and the reply rate has been as high as more than 1,000.

In the post, although the surname was not named, the new students of the School of Archaeology had a few big words, but the mark was bold.

There are very few freshmen in the School of Archaeology, not to mention that they are still girls, so you can find out if you ask.

What's more, in the ancient Chinese literature class, the identity of Wenyun has been directly revealed.

Among the students in class now, some people will swipe the forum and look at the post when they have nothing to do, and after seeing this post, someone immediately posted the identity of Wenyun on the reply to that post.

This reply was immediately pinned to the top of the essence reply, followed by a bunch of invective.

Wenyun swiped the phone screen a few times in a row, and the floors were constantly refreshed, almost all of them slandered and vicious language, and the few floors that said good things would also be attacked by other people's language, and they didn't dare to speak again.

Ding Yinghe looked at Wen Yun's calm face, couldn't guess her inner thoughts, and cautiously comforted, "This, Wen Yun, don't mind, some people are just jealous."

They haven't read your book, they don't have the right to evaluate it at all, it's completely just a lie.

Why don't you let Professor Zheng clarify it for you on the Internet?" If Professor Zheng can support Wenyun on the Internet, how can any student dare to make a big statement here.

"Well, it's fine, no. Wen Yun smiled faintly, returned the mobile phone to Ding Yinghe, listened carefully to Professor Zheng's class, and ignored it again.

After the two classes, Zheng Guomin packed up his books, looked at Wenyun as he left, and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, and left in a hurry.

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